Scion was a defunct brand, but Leo knew they were just rebranded Toyotas. The lack of a photo usually deterred casual browsers, but to Leo, it suggested an older seller who wasn't tech-savvy. He messaged the seller within four minutes of the post going live.

An elderly man in a faded cardigan was already standing by the car, holding a thick folder. "You must be Leo," Arthur said, his voice gravelly but kind.

They returned to Arthur's driveway. Leo turned off the engine and sat in silence for a moment. This was it. The perfect budget car. It wasn't fast, and it certainly wasn't cool, but it was honest, reliable, and meticulously cared for. "Well?" Arthur asked, watching him closely.

Next, he knelt by each wheel, running his fingers across the tires to feel for uneven wear, which could signal alignment or suspension issues. They felt smooth and even. He looked under the car with a small flashlight, checking for heavy rust or fresh fluid leaks. The undercarriage was remarkably clean for its age.